The Primordial Record

Lamia looked around them in obvious shock, they had been surrounded. The forest that had sprung up around her army had created a wall of green that enclosed them inside, looking at the rag-tag army of peasants that steadily walked closer to them, Lamia wanted to laugh, but something made her wary.

These people had no fear in their eyes, only hate and a weird sense of expectation as if she were prey. Her armies of Abomination here, furious monstrosities that had shattered a hundred worlds were surrounded by fucking farmers and tailors.

'What the hell!' Lamia blinked rapidly as if to ensure that there was nothing stuck in her eyes. Her barest consolation was that there must be a super weapon here that was destroying her brood of Abominations.

These were not ordinary Abominations but top of the line warriors, Reapers, and Desecrators were truly powerful units, and creating a single Reaper had required more than thirty evolutions and endless amounts of refinements before she ended up with them.

Of course, she could create a more powerful variant of Reapers, but that would need more evolutions and two or more decades before it could be accomplished, which by the time scale of the universe was already lightning fast.

Lamia refused to believe that without the element of surprise, anyone who was not a powerful god could win against her, even in this weakened state.

Absomet muttered to herself, "There is something wrong with these people." Turning to Lamia she said, "You should be careful, I advise we withdraw, and find another way to contact Rowan, we are not here to battle his subordinates."

Lamia snickered, "What subordinates? How is he going to take us seriously if we withdraw from a bunch of peasants? Remember that our partnership is still nonexistent, and beginning it by showing a weak front would be a grievous mistake!"

"Do what you will," Absomet frowned and whispered to herself, but she was sure that Lamia heard her, "we are nothing but broken remnants, but it seems you have forgotten that simple fact."

The attacks on the Abominations began without any fanfare, as the people surrounding the Abomination charged from the forest with no war cry whatsoever. It was the least strange thing that happened next.

At first, it was an amusing sight to see a chubby woman in her fifties holding a large metal spoon and charging at Abominations who were dreaded forces of nature who had slaughtered countless worlds.

She was in the lead, closely followed by men wielding cutlasses, hoes, knives, rakes, and other household or farming instruments.

There were even children charging at the Abominations, but they were all grouped together and were all supervised by their guardians. Suddenly this grim aura of the battlefield became weird, as the children who were far more excited than their adult counterparts began to yell in their childish voices.

In the silence of the battlefield, their voices were piercing, and some of them began to laugh in excitement.

Lamia began to shake with rage, her mouth opened in surprised anger that would only be sated if she killed everyone here a thousand times over and slowly tortured them over the course of a thousand years.

Every single Reaper here could slaughter an entire Minor World in less than a month if there were no godlike defenders in that world. Yet all that was meaningless, as the metallic spoon wielded by the chubby woman slammed into a Reaper in its midsection. This strike commenced the battle.

The Reaper had attacked as soon as the woman drew near, these unholy monstrosities knew nothing of defense and only lived to attack, but in comparison with the speed the chubby woman attacked with, the Reaper could as well be moving in slow motion.

The heavy metal spoon bypassed the four swinging limbs and impacted against the waist of the Reaper, and it blasted the Abomination into two.

The top half of the Reaper was launched into the air for thousands of feet like a rocket and Lamia's wide eyes followed its ascent, her face frozen in expression of shock and anger.

Halfway through its rise, the shrieking torso of the Reaper exploded and a large tree took its place and slowly fell to the ground. Lamia followed the descent of the falling tree and looked at the bottom half of the Reaper which had also transformed into two tree stumps that began to grow upwards bringing out branches and leaves.

The front section of the Abomination seemed to melt, as their bodies were blasted to pieces by forks, spoons, hoes, knives, rakes, and slippers… every touch of the people here carried a force that could crush mountains, and even though they had no tactics whatsoever, it was meaningless when their opponents could as well be made from thrash paper.

Whatever levity that could be gotten from a chubby woman in her fifties wielding a metal spoon was gone as everyone here was reminded that these were the people who had just been slaughtering Abominations and not some hidden super weapon.

The battlefield devolved into chaos, as the Abominations were being summarily slaughtered by men, women, and children, with most of them wielding unconventional weapons, like a cute four years old boy who was using a toy shield to batter against an Abomination.

In his excitement he had separated from his group and pushed deep into the horde of Abominations, leaving everyone behind and surrounding himself with enemies.

He yelled out childish obscenities that he knew he was only allowed to make because they were on the battlefield, anywhere else and they would whoop his bum.

"For the Lord Rowan!!" his childish voice cried out.

His puny body held a shocking amount of power as every hit he made caused shockwaves to erupt from his strikes, but he was too overenthusiastic and was soon surrounded by three Reapers who fell on him with claws and teeth and he went down screaming.

The Reapers attacked in frenzy and when the dust cleared, it revealed a surprising sight, the body of the boy was frozen in fear clutching his tiny shield to cover his head, and his eyes were squeezed shut.

He slowly opened his eyes and observed his body expecting blood and heavy injuries, but apart from his clothes that had been torn to pieces, he was basically unharmed, even though the assaults from the Abomination had destroyed the earth around him for hundreds of feet pushing him deep into a crater, he was unhurt.

The naked child laughed aloud as he leaped out of the crater, his tiny hands punching a Reaper in the jaw sending the massive seventeen foot tell Abomination barreling towards a wide-

chested man who hugged the Abomination like a lover, and applied more force until its body exploded like an overripe fruit dropped from a tree.